Someone Else’s Rut.
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But I’m to blame for my bad lot,
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I groan and weep —
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In someone else’s rut I got,
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it’s long and deep.
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I made my plan, I set my goal
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deliberately,
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And now I have no choice at all —
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no liberty.
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The verges of this well-trodden rut
Are steep and slippery with mud.
I curse those who discovered this rut,
My forbearance will soon give out,
And I say o’er and o’er like a nut,
“To a rut, in a rut, with a rut...”
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But what’s the reason to count this drive
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unbearable?
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I can’t declare that such a life
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is terrible.
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No one will caught thy car or hit,
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so don’t complain.
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Thou even mayst increase thy speed
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along thy lane.
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There’s no denial in chow and sup,
While going forth within this rut.
And I quickly put trust in my luck —
All around me also got stuck.
Carry on, chum, a wheel in a wheel!
And thou’lt get right where all ever will.
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Here someone gave a loud shout,
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“Make way, ye there!”
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And started struggling with the rut,
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a crazy bear.
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He simply wasted in this struggle
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his soul’s warmth,
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So his worn-out valves busted up —
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and what there was.
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When struggling, he crumpled the rut verges —
Now it’s more wider than it was.
But his track was abruptly cut short —
They dragged this crazy bear off the road,
For no one has the right to obstruct
The hard traffic in this good old rut.
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I faced my turn — the battery drained,
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and plugs can’t spark.
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My peace went off and came vexation —
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the car got stuck.
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I ought to push it to the end,
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but I can’t do —
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Perhaps, behind me, there’s a friend
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who’ll pull me through...
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But in the help I can’t put trust,
Because it’s someone else’s rut.
How I wish to spit with mud and clay
In this rut that’s not mine anyway!
Now it’s deeper because of my drive,
And I’m blamed by all driving behind.
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I felt myself break out in sweat
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up to the bones,
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And then I walked a bit ahead
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along a board.
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I saw that vernal flows cleared
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my way, I gasped...
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The way out of the rut appeared —
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I’m saved, at last!
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The tires spin and spit out mud —
To hell with someone else’s rut!
Hey, back there! make your way just like me —
That’s, don’t go the pathway I’m on.
This new rut appertains but to me,
Get ye out by a rut of your own!
Get ye out by a rut of your own!
Get ye out by a rut of your own!
1972.
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